#Do You Know About CibO?

[bobbiedlifeinphil]

Taste Italy in Cebu: BobbieD & LisaD's Cibo Adventure!

[antifainternational]

Recently I spotted 14/88 graffitied somewhere close to wear I live. I recognised the 88 as a nazi thing and confirmed my suspicions when I looked up what the 14 might mean in this context. This graffiti really sticks out and bothers me for obvious reasons. My question is, is it worth it to try and cover it up in some way and if yes, how? I don’t have spray paint, the graffiti was too big to cover with stickers and I don’t know anyone who would even be interested in doing something about it.

Though I only saw it for second while on the buss, I’m pretty sure it was graffitied over some kind of road sign. Is it more possible then that someone might clean it up?

So, you now know that nazis are in your area and advertising that they're in your area. Possible responses: 1) DO NOTHING. If you do nothing, that will tell the nazis that there is no opposition to their hatred in the area. It will embolden them to move on to bigger and bolder acts. These acts are more likely to more directly harm or threaten people. Doing nothing also tells the people that nazis target (disabled people, LGBTQ+ people, migrants, racialized people, religious minorities, etc.) that they are unsafe in their own neighborhood and that no one there is willing to stand up to the nazis and defend them. 2) WAIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO DO SOMETHING. Surely the authorities will take care of that. Maybe you could call your town and alert them to the graffiti. Then, eventually, they might send a crew out to sandblast the graffiti or paint over it. That doesn't tell the nazis they're unwelcome in your area, of course - it just tells them that the graffiti clean-up squad got their tag. Maybe they move on to other ways to spread fear in your area that can't be painted over or sandblasted. 3) COVER IT UP WITH ANTI-FASCIST MESSAGING. That could be stickers or posters or your own graffiti (e.g. Cibo, who covers up racist graffiti in Italy with beautiful food pieces!)

(NOT THAT WE CONDONE ANYONE BREAKING THE LAW, MIND YOU!). This lets the nazis know that there is opposition in their area and they're not safe to openly do more nazi shit. It also tells the people that nazis victimize that they have allies in the area who are willing to stand up to the nazis. 4) COVER IT UP AND TALK TO PEOPLE NEARBY. You could turn this into an antifa organizing opportunity by talking to the people who live there and pass that tag every day. Have they seen them too? Did they know what it means? What do they think? Are they concerned? What do they want to do about it? 5) DO 3 & 4 + START AN ANTI-FASCIST NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH! Bonus Level: if you take care of that nazi tag and it pops up again, take note of the 1st time you saw it back up, take care of it again, and keep an eye out. Nazis are creatures of habit, so it's quite likely they do their shit at a regular day/time. If you're able to narrow down when they're most likely to be out doing dirty in your town, you can plan a surprise party for them! Bottom line is that community-based responses to fascist activity are the most effective responses. The sooner you & your neighbors take care of the problem, the less likely it is to grow into a bigger problem.

[anitalenia]

₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 .𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊ ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. ✧･ﾟ: * 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓔𝓾𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓻. 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭. 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 . ⋆˙⟡♡✧ ℕ𝔸ℕ𝔸𝕄𝕀 𝕂𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕆 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 . . . ₊˚⊹.* ♡ *.⊹˚₊ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ✧‧₊˚

၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ₊˚✧ 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣! nαnαmí kєntσ x 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪! rєαdєr

၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 ₊˚✧ the reader will have very long hair and dark navy blue eyes for the sake of the story. I tried to be as vague as possible in every other aspect. this will also be in multiple parts, like a mini series. I’m not sure how many parts there will be 😔

၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓼 ₊˚✧ I took a different approach when writing this than I usually do, or in other words a different writing style than usual. Tbh, I know it’s not my best writing but it’s not the worst either. So please tell me if the writings good, I’ll definitely appreciate it !! Also, Sugar Water is one of my favorite songs by Cibo Matto, I definitely recommend it 😫✨. Thank you, and enjoy the story ✨ nanami header and gray sparkle divider made by me 💖

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𐙚 ‧₊˚ . 𝜗𝜚𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝜗𝜚𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝜗𝜚𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁

⋆⭒˚. ࣪˖ ִֶָཐིཋྀ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 the sun was quickly setting — either that, or the trees were so thick it made the sky look black.

Nanami couldn’t be sure; he was too focused on the pain in his leg and the pounding in his head that made it hard for him to think clearly, his vision blurring with every pulse.

Was it day? Had it been only hours since he escaped with barely his life? How long had he been wandering through these dark woods with nothing but his own wits about him?

Nanami had no clue.

Long enough for twigs to stick in his hair that’s for certain, long enough for mud to cling to the sweat on his skin and stain the fabric of his clothes. Long enough for his mind to blur the reality of hours and minutes that time itself seemed to stretch and bend forever.

He was sure he was leaving a rather noticeable blood trail behind him for those beasts to follow him and yet it seems they hadn’t — they must be too busy sucking out the marrow of his companions to bother with him.

Nanami couldn’t argue with that reasoning, however. With an injury like his, bleeding out like he was, he was bound to wither away eventually; he was already a walking corpse.

A morbid thought, but his macabre reality.

The forest floor was brown and black slush, muddy from the light rain that squished and sloshed under his boots. His glasses were dotted with water and his leg shot pain straight up his spine with every dreaded step forward yet Nanami wouldn’t give up — he couldn’t.

Not when his boots sunk into the mud and he had to pull his legs out of the earth to move, not when he smeared water on his glasses when he’d push them up the bridge of his nose, not when every step felt like a millennia of war battling in his calf… he smelt of his own blood and misery yet he conquered on, further into the dark wood with splinters in his palms and blisters on his toes.

A part of him was drawn forward anyway, drawn towards the mystery of the shadows and the fortune that may just await him if he continued on just a little farther. A symptom to his love for adventure; he was always weak to the allure of intrigue.

It was also hope.

Nanami couldn’t die here, not like this, not after all of his adventures and misfortunes and treasures. He was a traveler after all, a born adventurer; he’s faced many great monsters and beasts and traversed the most dangerous of terrain — fierce lions with claws of blade and savage wolfs with teeth of daggers, fiery lava pits and cataclysmic grand canyons.

He’s been dealt with far worse things than a clawed leg — he’s been poisoned and stabbed and bit and bludgeoned and nearly flattened by an avalanche yet this seems to be the one injury to ruin him despite them all.

A damn cut.

Maybe his bad luck had finally caught up to him.

Maybe it was purely by chance and blind, ignorant luck that he survived those encounters at all, maybe it had been luck that saved his life tonight.

He didn’t believe in luck but maybe that was just it.

Maybe he’d die from blood loss first before the infection set in; he hoped he’d just collapse into the forest floor and let the mud swallow him as his body weakened and his blood pooled around him to soak into the dirt.

At least he wouldn’t feel it when he rotted into the soil and roots buried themselves in his bones, when flowers would eventually sprout from his decay and grow gardens.

There was always beauty to be found in ugly things he guessed, a rule just as simple as beauty could be recycled from the horror of something else.

Something beautiful to come from something dead, something finally meaningful to come from his meaningless purpose.

No.

Nanami swallowed down that dreaded feeling, motivation bursting at his seams and ripping at his shirt, pooling at his feet and pounding in his ears as he stepped onward with a clenched jaw and sore muscles.

He was determined to live, determined to find something or someone or… he was bound to find safety eventually, some kind of sanctuary, even if it took him all night (if he even lived that long).

He walked a little longer until he stumbled upon a thick berry bush that seemed to block his way further; it was dark blue berries he certainly didn’t recognize and definitely didn’t trust to eat no matter how badly he needed the energy.

Nanami took that as a sign, stopping against a tree trunk to rest his throbbing leg for just one minute — a minute he couldn’t really spare. He leaned down and put a hand on his one good knee and huffed and sighed, panting weakly and tiredly; he really wanted nothing more than to be in his big comfy bed back in Hawksborough, surrounded by the comfort of his own home and safety of his room.

A few quiet moments passed with him like this. Him leaned against the tree, tired and haunted with nothing but the sounds of nature and the weariness of his own fragmented breath surrounding him.

Then, then he heard something rather remarkable, something that had his breath stop and his back straighten.

It was a hum, a beautiful, deep hum that seemed to resonate in the air around him and shake the leaves of the trees and the petals of flowers on broken stems.

It started out faint, like the strings of a harp between soft fingers. Then it crescendoed into something greater, deeper, like if someone were to play the keys of an organ and each heavy note echoed on the walls of an empty cathedral; hauntingly beautiful.

It certainly did, it echoed in his chest so hard he could feel his ribs shake.

It was a melodically smooth sound, coming from somewhere close to him but yet everywhere around him; it was hypnotic and bone chilling and mesmerizing all in one and Nanami felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of it as the hum seemed to grow louder the more curious he became.

He looked around the darkness for anything to hint at where the sound was coming from, but saw nothing except black air and the twisted limbs of trees.

Nanami gulped down the pain in his body with a sore throat, then winced as he stood up straight.

His leg throbbed and his head was starting to ache but with one final push he managed to scramble his way through the berry bush where the hum seemed to drown in his ears and coo at his brain; something told him he was going the right way.

He grind his teeth at the thorns pushing and breaking into his skin, ripping at his shirt and tearing at his seams.

When Nanami was through, a dirty mess of ragged clothing and mud, he stumbled into the grass with a grunt, falling to his knees and landing on his bruised palms.

“Fuck…” He muttered painfully, never one to cuss but too damn frustrated not to; he’d forgive himself for it.

Nanami took a moment to relish in the agony of his battered leg; he didn’t even realize the humming had stopped until he picked his head up to see where he was.

And by the gods Nanami was in utter awe of what he saw.

There was a bright blue pond a little ways ahead of him, surrounded by flourishing plants and flowers and vines that all seemed to glow vibrant colors of blue and gold. The water itself was sparkling and bright, reflecting cerulean pools in the flora around it.

Iridescent blue weeping willow trees hung around the water and seemed to whisper longingly to the wind that caressed their leaves. The grass was long and wispy surrounding the blue bosque that seemed to sway and dance all on their own accord, to their own little melody.

The air itself was sweet and sprinkled with little golden fireflies that buzzed happily around him; it was like a portal to a whole new thriving world.

Although, it was eerily seductive; Nanami wanted to stay in the grandeur blue arms of this utopia forever, but something in the way his hair stood up on his arms and his heart pounded in his ears told him he wasn’t completely safe to do so.

Nanami pushed that thought aside, not necessarily in his right mind to pay attention to what his body was subconsciously telling him.

He was too wide eyed and breathless, for even the wind seemed so fresh and magical every pore in his body felt alive and tingly — he even felt the pain in his leg stop, some sort of euphoria flood through his nerves. Unless he just became so accustomed to the pain he couldn’t feel it anymore.

It was so beautiful and unlike anything he’d ever seen; how he wished he could take a picture and write it down in his journal so he could remember this place forever… if only those beasts hadn’t ripped his satchel off him.

Nanami blinked, once, twice, then pushed himself off the ground with all the strength he could muster. He was dirty and torn and completely out of place in such an ethereal land; he felt almost guilty for tainting its grass with his muddy shoes.

Still, he stumbled further into the mysterious place as the soft sound of wind chimes twinkled somewhere around him, not loud and obnoxious but soft and gentle, a lullaby almost that made him feel sleepy, like the notes themselves were wrapping their velvety arms around him and pulling him in.

He didn’t resist it, looking around in awe at the paradise in front of him as he took a couple steps forward. He caught the movement of two butterflies playing together in the air, their dainty wings glimmering with glowing white sparkles and a vivid sky blue — he even swore with every flap of their wings it left a trail of delicate golden dust behind them.

He watched with wonderment as they faded somewhere into the trees, then turned his head to look back at the pond; the real treasure.

He felt his mouth salivate, all too aware of the dryness in his sore throat now as the water swayed and tempted him into its crystal blue depths. He knew he should’ve been wiser about this, hesitate for just a moment and linger on the possibility of entrapment but his thirst wouldn’t allow it; a pathetic, wandering fly in a deadly flytrap.

Nanami took two strong steps — all the strength he had left — towards the ponds edge for some much needed refreshment, falling down to his knees at the waters edge. The buzzing of nature seemed to drown out behind him in a mesh of forgotten sound as he scooped up a handful of water and eagerly drank it out of his palm.

He didn’t bother looking at his reflection; he knew he was an utter mess and always hated to see himself in disarray. He must’ve looked vaguely threatening to any outsider who saw him — not that anyone did (as far as he knew).

The water rippled as he drank from it, the liquid cool and translucent blue in his dirty palm he had haphazardly wiped on his trousers.

It passed over his dry gums and throat in a refreshingly cold blast with every gulp; it tasted so good and clear he could even feel the chill of it going down his throat.

With three more frantic gulps Nanami had had enough; his stomach was full and his thirst was quenched as he leaned back on his palms and looked up towards the sky in a spared moment of relaxation.

It was a dark navy blue sky twinkling with yellow and gold diamonds, no moon in sight but he didn’t care as he got lost in the coolness of the air on his narrow cheeks and the way it wrapped around his aching body, warping between the tears of his shirt and washing over his warm skin.

It was the opposite of how he used to sit on a cliffs edge and soak in the warmness of a golden sunset after a hard journey. He didn’t want to feel the heat of a days end on his glowing skin so much as he wanted to bask in the cold stillness of a breezy evening.

He hadn’t known how he got here and he didn’t bother trying to figure out how; as an adventurer such as himself it was always about the journey rather than the destination itself anyway, but not in this case.

In this case he couldn’t be happier that the troublesome voyage had ended and he had finally reached where he needed to be — maybe needed was a strong word but he’d rather be here than out there. It was certainly weird to think that way, and it went it against his very passions but… he’s been through too much in this night alone than he’s ever really suffered through in the totality of his life.

Nanami felt disappointed in himself for thinking so, guilty even, like he was betraying this metaphorical odyssey he was destined to travel on. Still, for the first time in his career Nanami was relived to be off his feet.

He sighed wistfully, fingers sinking into the soil as cool air flooded his lungs. He closed his eyes as he relished in the feeling.

Nanami didn’t even feel it when his elbows buckled under him and he fell back on the grass, only seeing a glittering blue sky and yellow diamonds behind black, closed eyes.

The water went still once more and the blue went black.

You studied the contours of his face delicately, your hands intertwined in your lap and your legs tucked under you as you did.

The room was small and cozy, lit by nothing but a soft blue flame in the corner that crackled and popped every few moments, tendrils of butterfly bush hanging from the ceiling and walls. The room smelt of honey and sweet rain, dark and joyfully dreary but you saw his face just fine.

He was quite handsome, you couldn’t deny that.

His blonde hair all in disarray, his narrow cheeks and sharp nose, his thin pink lips and angled eyes.

He was handsome.

You narrowed your eyes at him curiously, raising a delicate hand and gently brushing your cold fingertips over his cheekbone.

His skin was smooth and warm, cheeks flushed a light pink. It was always a small envy of yours — the warmth of humans. You were so cold all the time, your skin like crystals and frigid like snow.

Your fingertips fluttered over his blonde eyelashes, unable to keep your hands off him.

You wondered what color his eyes were. Green? Brown? Blue maybe?

You were eager for him to wake, your boredom having become tiresome and your patience having become thin. Still, you didn’t want to disturb his sleep just yet. The poor man had been through so much already; his leg was still healing, wrapped in bandages and honey salve and you certainly didn’t want to add any extra stress that could damage him further.

Really, you loved to stare at him with no complications, enjoyed the thrill of blatantly admiring his beauty before he could wake up and you’d inevitably make him uncomfortable, before he’d say it was improper to do so.

You were selfish in that regard, in many regards.

This man, you hadn’t learned his name nor his origin, but you knew he had been in the dark woods at a time he should not have been.

He was tall and brave, strong and perseverant, that much you knew and that much was certain. It was why you liked him so much, it was why you spared him.

But who was he?

He was no real threat to you and that was all that mattered.

You smiled softly, bemused and smitten, when his nose crinkled in his sleep. You gently dusted away a stray blonde hair that had fallen out of place.

You seemed to have bothered him then, because not a moment later did his head turn slightly and his lips part to exhale — he was waking up.

Finally.

You settled your hands back in your lap before he could notice, staring down at him with a sweet, welcoming smile in hopes to comfort him as his eyes fluttered open to look at you.

You gazed back into them delightedly.

Mm, they were brown.

Nanami had woken up with an ache in his skull and a sting behind his eyes, lost in a daze of twisted black thickets and enticing blue ponds; the sensation of featherlight fingers tracing his cheek tickled his brain and made his skin itch.

The first thing he smelt when he came to was blueberry pie and sugar, the sweetness of it making his mouth water but his stomach twist.

He wanted to eat something, badly, but he also wanted to throw up.

The air was warm around him, comfortable and pleasant, his sore back laid on something soft and plushy. He didn’t feel any reason for panic as he found himself melting into the comforter — whatever the hell it was he couldn’t be certain — against his better judgment.

Nanami tried to gather some sort of sensation in his body, tried wiggling his fingers and his toes but all he felt was nothing, numbness. He couldn’t even feel the pain radiating in his leg anymore.

He found that worrisome; maybe it was finally his time, maybe his luck had finally run out. Maybe he was lying face down in the forest floor right now as his mind conjured up the smell of his favorite pie and the feigned comfort of his mattress as a sweet gesture to bid him a final farewell.

Hell, if death was this peaceful he would’ve never been so against it.

Then he felt another whisper of skin across his forehead, soft and untraceable. If it wasn’t for the stark coldness of whatever it was touching him he would’ve missed it.

With the coldness making his skin shiver Nanami quickly found himself grounded back to reality. He wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be. Death didn’t exhibit the mundane concepts of hot or cold; temperature had no purpose in a void of nothing.

He was very much alive if the sound of his heart beating in his ears and the chill on his forehead was anything to go by. He even felt the tips of his fingers tingle as feeling came over them again, numbness having lingered in his bones for far too long.

He somehow found the strength to open his eyes.

For a brief moment he saw a blurred vision of black and blue. The shadow of a pale, azure colored light shining from somewhere, flickering in and out. It made a headache settle into the cracks of his skull and spread a torturous ache throughout his head.

He couldn’t stop the groan from leaving his lips as his hand flinched up towards his temple.

“Oh no, it seems you have some head trauma, it’s best not to strain yourself right now.”

It was a voice, soft spoken, barely above a whisper that piqued his interest immediately.

His vision focused on you once the pain faded; the girl next to his bed side with glittering dark eyes and a wickedly charming smile, wearing a baby blue colored dress embroidered with delicate flower designs; vines and flowers all intertwined in a tangled mess of thorns and petals that reminded him so greatly of the dark wood.

A sheer, glittering lily white shawl was loosely hung around your shoulders, hair in wavy tendrils down to your waist that pooled around your thighs. You were certainly pretty and unassuming.

He could tell you were a frail little thing, gossamery and lovely in a dainty sort of way but he also knew better than to underestimate you; appearances always deceived and there was no greater trick than the feigned purity of an impure thing.

Thankfully, he was not one easily fooled.

Nanami looked back up at you after a quick study of your form — your posture and seemingly innocent facade that did nothing to comfort him — so he just stared at you distrustfully, dark brown eyes narrowed cautiously. He noted the feigned sweetness of your lips as they curved into a small smile and the mischievous twinkle in your eyes as you gazed down at him; he felt preyed upon, the same feeling he exhibited in the meadow.

Kento had been through enough near death experiences in his life to recognize a snake when he saw one, for even the devil had come as a beguiled serpent so who was he to know if you were any better? He felt uneasy under your vehement stare, like a mouse in a cobra pit.

It was peculiar and uncanny, you yourself were frightening and unusual, no doubt a cacophony of horrors wrapped in a cute little bow with pretty blue eyes. He knew you could have anyone fooled, but he was too good, too experienced in the matters of trickery to recognize a fellow trick when he saw one.

Nanami was on the cusp of your deception, giving you a heady stare from beneath stern eyes.

He subtly leaned further away from you.

You flickered your gaze between his stare with an amused look, noting the change in his aura surrounding him as he regarded you tentatively.

You were honestly impressed by how quickly he seemed to have caught on to your true nature, not all humans had the innate sense of danger that he did; something in his gut had told him you were a vile, dangerous thing, and his instincts were telling him to run.

Even though it was unfair to categorize you as such, it was only fair to assume, and not necessarily distinguished too far from the truth anyway.

You sympathized with his ornery skepticism, not wanting to scare him any further so you just smiled down at him in the sweetest way you could fathom. You waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts and wit. Although, it seemed his mind was already made up.

“How are you feeling?” You asked in a nonthreatening, soft tone, raising a hand and barely touching the flushed skin of his bare chest, only enough for your fingertips to graze across his skin and grab his attention.

You were pleasantly thrilled at the feeling of his warmth under your fingertips, but Nanami just shuddered like a ghost had touched his bare soul with cold, lifeless hands.

His dark eyes quickly flickered down to where your hand had touched him, covering it with his palm like you had just struck him. Your fingertips seemed to have jolted his skin with a sudden frigid coldness that throbbed through his veins and made his heart stutter. He flinched at the shock of it, not seeing the way you had to bite back a smirk at his indignation.

He looked up at you with a sharp inhale, “I’m quite fine,” Nanami cleared his throat and tried to sit up straighter in an attempt to look half as intimidating as you did, “now who are you?”

You smiled at him, already loving the sound of his voice as he spoke to you; smooth, sharp, demanding, washing over your skin like the warm water of a hot spring. He was entirely too serious and you were too smitten. You could hear the underlying hatred he seemed to already have for you, hear the way his heart raced in his chest and see the way his fist tightly clenched the blanket between his long fingers.

You made him nervous and he made you pathetically giddy. You didn’t care about his fear however, for he would soon learn to become accustomed to you given the proper time spent together. All you really needed was just a little patience until then, after all, could you really blame him for being a bit standoffish given his bizarre situation?

You felt amusement pull at your lips as you folded your hands back into your lap, looking down at him with navy blue pools that reminded him so much of the pond he had so eagerly drank from, “Your savior. You’re welcome for that by the way.”

Nanami leered at you, the hair standing up on his arms as you spoke. Your voice was sweet enough but coated with undertones of something more sarcastic, something more sinister.

“Savior? I sincerely doubt that.”

You felt your smile pull harder at his pride; you couldn’t help it, he was like a frightened squirrel shrinking away from you with his tail between his legs, but trying desperately hard to appear like he wasn’t.

You heard the hardness in his voice though, the rigidness in his tone, the overcompensation for fear.

“Well, how do you explain where you are then? I hardly believe you got here on your own.” You teased him, gesturing to the dimly lit room around you and granting him a large, impish grin.

Nanami didn’t bother looking around, keeping his eyes narrowed in on your face and his hand on his stomach; he didn’t trust not having his eyes on you.

“Whatever the case may be… I can assure you I’m fine. I don’t need whatever it is you’re offering, and quite frankly, I don’t want it.”

You sighed lethargically at his stubborn insistence, staring at him for a moment as your shoulders slumped.

“Is that so? Then stand and walk out. I’m not stopping you traveler. You’re free to do as you please.” You teased him once more with a smirk on your face, gesturing towards the exit behind you — a rectangular opening in the wooden wall shielded by strings of diamond hanging off the top rim.

Of course, you knew he couldn’t leave anyway.

Nanami glanced at where you were pointing coldly, intrigued by the glances of blue-green trees — it seemed like — peeking through the swaying beads.

He didn’t move his head, only his eyes, considering.

There was no way you would just let him walk out that door.

He looked back at you, then looked down at his foot which he had almost forgotten about. It was heavily wrapped in big blue-green leaves he didn’t recognize, sealed tight with a sticky, glossy coating. He raised his brow curiously, face stoic.

You followed his gaze with a knowing smile, “Oh, that’s right… you can’t walk.” You looked back up at him, grin having not left your face.

Nanami clenched his jaw at the cheery way you seemed to say it. His biceps strained as he adjusted in the bed to sit against the wall completely, ignoring the ache in his spine and the heaviness sat on his broad shoulders. Flowers tickled the back of his neck and a small fur blanket slid off his hips as he did.

You stared heatedly at the flexing veins in his arms and the tightness of his abs, the smoothness of his human skin and the rigid curves of muscle on his virile body; he was beautiful and magnificent, like a diamond tenderly molted and pressed over the course of eons. Only a god who truly loved him could dedicate such time and care to carve him — every muscle and vein, from the tips of his toes to the strings of his blonde hair he was perfection.

You couldn’t let him leave you, not now, not after you’ve heard the whiskey smoothness of his voice and seen the chocolate of his brown eyes. He was everything you wanted and everything you desired.

Nanami swallowed once he was settled, glaring at you with his fist bundled in the black fur of the blanket you had laid on him.

“I can tend to my own wounds, I never asked for your help. I wish to go back home.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, raising a hand and covering your mouth as you did.

“Home? Your home is far away, you need to rest.” You laughed at him like he was silly, attempting to lay a consoling hand on his thigh with blue and white crystal bracelets jangling on your wrist.

Nanami gripped your hand before you could touch him however, keeping it locked in a tight grip between his strong fingers. He ignored the coldness of your skin in his grasp while your heart jumped at the feel of his warm palm wrapped around you.

“I don’t have the patience for your games. Where have you taken me and what do you plan to do with me?”

You huffed at the rudeness in his tone, slowly pulling your hand out of his grasp and laying it back in your lap.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“Could you stop being so hostile? I’m not going to hurt you… besides, if I wanted you dead would I have patched your leg? Would I have cleaned you? Would I have brought you to my home?” You said exasperated, giving him an annoyed look as impatience settled over your blood like a thin sheen of syrup over a plate of berries.

That was a flaw of yours, your impatience.

Nanami looked down at his body when you mentioned it, seeing that he was now wearing a white button up shirt with the buttons left undone, his broad chest exposed to you in a way he didn’t doubt you orchestrated. His lower half however was merely covered in a set of blue striped boxers he heavily recognized as one of his own.

He clenched his jaw at that, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a whole new definition of the word.

“Don’t worry I didn’t bathe you per se. Just washed away the dirt I could find on the already exposed areas.” You leaned closer to him with a playful smile, voice a teasing whisper, “I didn’t peek, promise.”

Nanami cocked his head at you, “No pants?” He deadpanned, ignoring your previous statement.

You flickered your eyes down to the blue boxers he wore, then back up to his face with the same kittenish smile on your lips.

“Oops. I must’ve forgot.” You lied flawlessly if only nonchalantly, leaning back away from him to your original sitting position.

Nanami frowned at that; he almost sneered at you, but managed to remain calm as he stared at you with irritation inflamed in his brown eyes.

You bit your lip to hide a widening smile.

“Well, did you hear what I said? I’m not trying to hurt you. I found you lying in the grass covered in your own blood and dirt… I thought you were dead, I would have felt guilty if I just left you there. So I brought you to my home and I fixed your leg. I did a rather nice job, don’t ya think?” You spared him a story that wasn’t necessarily a lie but not necessarily the whole truth either. It was a simpler version of events you knew he’d have no problem brushing off.

Nanami, of course, didn’t believe you anyway. He believed you had found him, yes, but not how you had claimed to. He believed there was more to the story, details you pointedly overlooked and purposefully forgotten.

He swallowed tensely, his strong body stiff and rigid like he was preparing for something to happen, heart beating in his ears and anticipation buzzing at his finger tips.

He wanted to question you, ask every question and hear every answer but he was too smart to blatantly antagonize someone he didn’t know. He knew you were off, maybe not entirely there, but he didn’t know what you were in the sense of your capabilities. He knew your small frame was misleading, your wide smile deceptive, your pretty little eyes twinkling stars of mischief behind glittering pools of blue.

You weren’t to be trusted and you weren’t to be taken lightly; you were strange and otherworldly beautiful; a kind of deadly combination he’s never had good experiences with in the past. Sirens were enticing just as you but nowhere near as cunning, pirates were fearless just as he but nowhere near as smart.

He refused to be the drunken, belligerent fool falling into your deep, hungry waters.

“Could you tell me your name? That way, we won’t be strangers.”

He eyed you with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, knowing he needed to play this silly game of yours the right way if he ever planned on getting out of here. If things went according to plan you would soon be the pliable object of his carefully curated manipulation, the one with all the questions and none of the answers, the trickster who would soon be the tricked.

He gave you a disinterested, cautious look, raising his chin at you, “Kento. And yours?” He replied shortly, not necessarily interested in hearing anything you had to say but knowing it was better to play along with your delusion than reap the consequences of not.

You hummed pleasurably at that, ignoring his question altogether, “Kento…”

You beamed at the sound of his name despite his impudence, loving the sound of it being pronounced in your voice, the way your tongue moved around every letter in your mouth as you said it.

His name was handsome, he was handsome.

You leaned towards him once more as a sense of demented idolatry swelled in your chest; you wanted to be close to him, feel his ribs enclosed around your lungs and hear his deep voice in your head. Hear his heart beat in your chest and feel his blood mesh with yours — you wanted to be one, to think, to feel, to have him.

He could see the almost manic look in your eye as you looked at him. He was disturbed by it, tried to lean away but couldn’t, already pressed as flat as he could be against your black, wooden wall.

You bared him a wide smile that glimmered the whiteness of your sharp teeth, “We’re going to have so much fun together…”

𝜗𝜚𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✧･ﾟ: *

[platinumcerezas]

hello chat. i am here to get insane & abnormal about sanacibo. enjoy!

i raise you; this sequence of pages.

okay. okay. do you get what i mean. chat do you. Chat.

i would Kill to know what happened in sanakan’s mind to warrant this change because it drives me insane

she gave cibo a Chance. she did not let the transformation happen — which undoubtedly would have killed cibo permanently — she guided her to a body cibo could upload herself into. to get away. she gave her a CHANCE!!! SHE GUIDED HER TO A DIFFERENT BODY SO SHE WASNT DESTROYED IN THE PROCESS!!

what warranted the change??? why did she do this... why...

it drives me entirely undoubtedly insane. this yuri gets SERIOUS!

[cevansbrat0007]

Hello Mr. Barber, I wanted to ask what are some qualities we ladies should look for as our deal breakers in finding a perfect match? I'm not very lucky in the dating sphere and I'm quite ready to give up. You and your wife are very lucky to have found each other and worked on your relationship. Obviously every person is different in what they look for in a partner, but do you have any suggestions or advice?

Summary: Andrew Barber returns to answer even more of your burning questions about love and marriage. Written from Andy's POV. Also check out Volume I and Volume II, as well as an Interview with Mrs. Barber.

Warning: the following response contains mature themes, including references to oral sex and cursing. Minors DNI.

A/N: For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

___

Well hello again, everybody! First let me say that it’s nice to be back. My wife and I have really come to enjoy these questions. However, this time I felt the need to consult her as I wrote this response. This is in addition to letting her review my answers before hitting “publish”.

I just wanted to make sure that my answers made sense. Lucky for me, Baby Girl is a very honest creature. So, without further ado, here we go.

Allow me to begin by saying that there’s no such thing as a perfect match. Although I initially disagreed with this, my wife helped break it down for me so that I could better see her point. That’s one of the many things I love about this woman, you know? She’s willing to challenge me and the ways I see the world.

And sometimes that’s exactly what I need.

Now, that’s not to say there’s no hope of ever finding the yin to your yang. That’s absolutely possible. I just mean that perhaps you ought to consider tweaking your perspective a little. 

Maybe reframe it in terms of you’re seeking a partner. Because that’s what you’re looking for, right? That’s the goal – the endgame. You’re searching for someone to do life with, together. Forever. 

And in order for that to happen, you need an effective partner. Someone who sees you for who you are. Who loves you the ways you need to be loved. Someone who enhances instead of detracts. 

You want someone who’s willing to meet you where you’re at with the intention of helping you grow.

With that in mind, I would implore you not to lower your standards. Maintain your values. Know your worth. Don’t ever compromise any of that for another person. I’d also advise you to be immediately wary of any man or potential significant other that ever asks you to do so. 

One of things that really attracted me to my spouse is that she expected to be treated a certain way from the very beginning. She’s the type of person who commands respect from everyone wherever she is. She’s always been that way. And it’s because she knows her worth.

Case in point, when I almost blew it on our very first date. To this day, I’m grateful that I found the balls to chase after that woman when things went south at Cibo Matto. This man right here “ain’t too proud to beg”, I can tell you that much.

And yes, I know that’s a song by The Temptations. I was actually just serenading Baby Girl with it the other night. If memory serves, she was pissed at me for eating the last of her homemade cinnamon rolls. So, I did what any good husband would do when their lady threatens to run away to the grocery store and never come back. I swooped her up as she was stomping out the door and carted her off to my office so that I could apologize for my actions.

Besides, I’d much rather eat her any day. I mean can you blame me? My woman is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The stories I could tell you about all the ways I’ve convinced her to forgive me for the stupid things that I’ve done…

But that’s not what this was initially about, is it? My sincerest apologies. Where was I? Oh, that’s right. Knowing your worth and refusing to lower your standards. 

During our first date, my girl refused to settle for being treated as an afterthought. So she left. Just straight up walked out on me. Because she deserved better than how I was treating her. 

That evening should have been about us getting to know each other better. Instead, I unknowingly allowed my ego to get in the way and almost derailed everything before it had the chance to start. Which meant that I almost lost out on something magical. 

Which brings me to my next point. Everyone makes mistakes. This can be especially true when nerves are involved. I’m fortunate in that my Baby Girl eventually forgave me, and with that also came a second chance. But only because – and she explained this to me again last night – I had enough sense and maturity to apologize.

And fucking mean it. 

So, I’m going to suggest that you be willing to grant any of your potential suitors some grace. But only if they’re worthy of it. Meaning that if he’s not willing to apologize – especially if he’s done something to accidentally hurt or disrespect you – then walk away.

Because that’s a sign that you’re dealing with a boy. Not a man.      

The only other thing I would encourage you to do is to keep yourself open to love. Magic tends to find us when we least expect it. It likes to sneak up and knock you square in the face. And when that happens, I think you should embrace it.

Run with it. Cherish it. Be thankful for it.

Treat that relationship like a seed and water it daily. You’ve got to pour into one another and tend to that love. Cultivate it gently with tenderness and patience. And hopefully one day you and your partner will look up and be utterly amazed by what has blossomed.    

Thank you for your question and never forget that Mrs. Barber and I are cheering you on from the sidelines. 

Best Wishes, Andrew Barber

[daisyachain]

Blame vol 1-6:

Fractal levels of detail in the setting. Each panel has nuts and bolts showing within metal panels within concrete structures. Can’t imagine the time it would have taken to render each page like that consistency, without the simplification that comic artists tend to incorporate over time

The disconnect between the realistic backgrounds and the B-grade depiction of humans in a lot of the early chapters isn’t even a drawback. The spindly, long-limbed creatures look unnatural. They’re nonnative to the environment where the silicon creatures fit in better.

No matter how mad good the quality of the illustrations are in terms of worldbuilding implied, the action is consistently hard to follow. By devoting the same attention to every rung of every utility ladder along with the major structures, the art doesn’t draw the eye to any particular spot on the page. You’re left to make something of the rebar vistas presented rather than being given a clear depiction of the events happening. Can be fun, mostly just makes me wish I had more time to spend on appreciating the art rather than trying to figure out which tiny black-clad frame is plummeting across the panel this time

Kind of a chore to read before Cibo shows up. Killy’s a fun guy, but it’s hard to get a sense of direction for the plot without any dialogue and with the aforementioned parsing problems

Speaking of Cibo, there are surprisingly solid character dynamics that I wouldn’t expect from this kind of a high concept manga.

Cibo fits the hero role better than the well-intentioned but silent Killy. Remains to be seen whether she keeps it, but it’s been a real treat watching her play the plucky adventurer, the last-minute rescue, the chief negotiator, having an actual impact on the plot. Can’t believe women are humans too. I keep thinking we’re about to have a moment where her fragile female emotions cause her to make a misstep and get bailed out by Killy and it hasn’t happened even once. So far.

Mensab and Seu’s thing is a lot more cliche of a lady-knight dynamic and it still worked. Because it’s a good manga. You do feel for Mensab’s loss when her only companion gets wiped constantly. You do feel for Seu’s helplessness when he can understand she’s bummed and knows it’s beyond him to understand why.

Electrofishers are fun! I like that some of them survive (:

The Toha Heavy Industries feels like the first point where an exercise turns into an actual narrative. Now that it’s over, I’m excited to see where we go……..

[intertexts]

HIIII ROS i am sorry i never replied to your reply to my ask from a while ago i am so bad at that ;-; in response to that kinda (bc we were talking about jhariah) i did see them live! 3rd concert ive ever been to in my life & it was life changing... i was front row n there was a baby mosh pit n i was with my best friends it was so good <3 i didn't get to see all the songs off TRUST CEREMONY live but if he tours again i will try to get tix because i must see CONTROL BABY live... my faves are control baby n fire4fun n russian doll <3 but it is my fave album ever created (except maybe Måneskin's Teatro D'Ira vol 1)

Dont wanna yap too much but other music im liking rn: Dua Saleh's ROSETTA ep; Missouri Surf Club's songs Rotten & Kingdom Come; Jean Dawson's entire discography generically but specifically SICK OF IT* and New Age Crisis; Ethel Cain's everything; and then im still consistent w the narcissist cookbook, an unkindness, sons of the illustrious father etc. I have been getting into a crazy amount of music since summer started though so there are sooooo many others but i wanna know what you're listening to! i like your music taste as ive said :3

ANYWAY I think i might just send another ask because this is ramble-y n u dont have to reply to it bc its overwhelming but!! Yeah hehe okay p. 1 - mare

HII HI HI no worries!!!!!!! all good i'm also really terrible at it!!!!!! hehe <33 jhariah concert & mosh pit is SO awesome though.. man.. thats so cool.... love that experience for u!!!! <333

checking out all of these rn they're SOO GOOD.... dua saleh ROSETTA ep literally going on the repeat playlist rn omg. ough. how have i not heard them before. holy fucking shit. missouri surf club goood i love the florence influence.... jean dawson & ethel cain WHOO!!!! hell yeag. god. u also have such good music dude. good shit.!!!!!!!

what have i been listening to!!! shit!!! this is gonna be LONG but u asked for it!!! a lot of morcheeba (big calm), de la soul (the grind date), sneaker pimps (bloodsport), tricky (maxinquaye) <- one of my all time faves, madvillainy, cibo matto (viva! la woman), yaeji (with a hammer), chai (wink)... summer to me is usually very hot & humid & sticky & dreamy to me (busted ac) so this is my laying on the floor staring at the fan vaguely dissociating rotation.

other than hip hop & trip hop-- dragon new warm mountain i believe in you by big thief!!!!!! somehow never listened to this one & i'm ill over it. & july flame (other all time fave) by laura veirs & central reservation by beth orton (<- huge recent discovery ill over her voice) & broken social scene self titled for my acoustic rotation...

heavier set: been getting BIG into creature feature they're literally so fun. i think u might like them tbh. american gothic is my fave so far!! summer is for shitty pop punk 2 me!! esp. when i actually have to Do Stuff & not lay on the floor melting. so. we the kings, fall out boy (cork tree & infinity on high), the cab, the academy is..., yellowcard, motion city soundtrack, alkaline trio :]

ALSO special mention 2 blue sky black death (slow burning lights, late nite cinema, noir) bc their instrumentals make me so insanely nostalgic & have been my writing soundtrack for the past month!!!!

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

How do you feel about Cibo from Blame? Or Guideau from The Witch and the Beast? tbh Im always torn on which i like best

I know nothing about either one of these characters or series but based entirely on a quick bit of research into both Guideau is WAY more attractive to me so Ima go with her just cause of that

Considering yourself has her as your pfp I think you've come to the same choice

[cdyssey]

Abbott 2.14 Thoughts:

Finally have time to watch the new ep!! The conference has been great so far, but I’m glad I can just decompress for the rest of the evening.

“Don’t listen to what the eighth graders say about the way you dress. You are making a fashion statement.” AKDNSNS, I love the way that Jacob is always there for Janine. Their friendship has subtly but so genuinely evolved from from S1 to now.

JANINE’S SISTER!!!!!! AW, Ayesha is so cute. Oh, my God, Janine’s very erroneous and self-revealing side-comments about her. (Girl, I want to study you under a microscope.)

Jacob explaining his and Zach’s happiness and LISA clearly breaking.

The idea of Mel taking herself out to a steakhouse all alone. Oh, my God.

Barb and Ger!!!! I think it’s very charming that they’ve both been too preoccupied to really plan anything? That’s the sort of detail that feels true to some long-established couples?? My parents, who are in their seventies, don’t really plan anything either. They just sort of remember it’s Valentine’s Day and then go grab a steak, lol.

QKQJSNSSN, BARBARA ASKING ABOUT AMBER LIKE THAT. I love when the work wives are work moms.

Melissa having her glasses in her mouth for the rest of that scene.

“He looks like men do before they have kids.” OOQJWNWJDDJAJISDJS.

“… because if you think about it, underpaying a white teacher to teach Black history is almost reparation.” GHEEJDID. They give Ava the goddamn best one-liners.

Donnie: “I need a woman.” THAT KID’S LOOK AT THE CAMERA WIWNDNE.

Ava looking invested/putting down her phone as she listens to Jacob… 🥺

Barb being so excited about the airplane date is very cute. Also, Cibo Bistro is an Italian place, so that’s a tiny Work Wives win if you really think about it and put ur clown nose on.

Mel’s mind jumping straight to cheating. God. That’s the suspicion of someone who has been cheated on before and utterly hurt by it.

WAH, BARB NOT KNOWING SHE HAS TO BUY A PLANE TICKET. SEA BARBARA!! CRUISES ONLY.

Janine going to Mel for advice. 😭 I love work mom moments.

“That’s puppy love, Dolittle. It’ll pass.” This is a very cute line, but if I really wanted to, I could write the angstiest gd fic about “It’ll pass.” <3 *Twirls hair. owo*

JACOB SPILLING THE SECRET EEJFNEN. Janine’s expression as she digests this information—dear god, the utter vulnerability and confusion of it.

“Only a handful of them do. Say, like, 30% to 60%.” ajwjweAhqsjs.

Ava still observing Jacob. LISTEN, pls tell me the plot line is that she’s actually enjoying learning. I will start sobbing.

“Like an anti-racist Icarus.” QIQJWNSENS.

QNWSNSN, EVERYONE IN THE TEACHER’S LOUNGE KNOWING ABOUT GREGORY.

“Although I think that workplace romances are a terrible idea” and Melissa nodding in agreement. I could also write terribly angsty fanfic abou—

Barb: “But you do like him, right?” Everyone being a Teddie shipper is so good and so right.

“Sweetheart, it is possible to like two people at the same time.” ON GOD, DID THAT JUST COME OUT OF BARBARA HOWARD’S MOUTH?!!

Janine tenderly and sadly imagining domestic intimacy with Gregory. I want to cry.

ZACH!! I love his fit. I love a good bomber jacket.

“Sounds like you’re actually enjoying learning.” YESSSSSSSSSSSS.

“I will kick your Jacob-loving Saint Valentine ass right out of this school.” AAkqjwwidj

“I never liked school. It got in the way of college.” QOQKQNS.

“No offense.” / “None taken.” Goddamn, this show is so funny.

I love that Ava is sharing this vulnerable moment with Zach, tho, and I love the fact that he immediately is able to intuit what the difference is. Ava has grown and matured since her younger days, and she’s continuing this journey every day. The same principal who misappropriated school funds to buy a sign of herself isn’t the one who’s sitting across Zach admitting to being invested in learning about Black history.

Janine thinking Gregory is talking about them. 😭😭😭 GOD.

LEGO flowers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Right pairing, wrong timing ships always get to me. Jesus.

“Well, people can like more than one person.” I love that this is the second time this has been said in the episode. The Abbott writers know relationships and people are messy and complicated. It’s never about neatly partitioned feelings when you really love someone.

AVA MAKING THEM TURN AROUND. AVA GOING BACK TO SCHOOL. SOBBBBBBINN G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SOBBINNG!

Ava standing up for Jacob!!!!!!!! I fucking love that!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m very not fashion-aware because I had to go look up the value of a Telfar bag ANSDNS.

JANINE NOT KNOWING EITHER WIWNDSNNW. Solidarity. I love you, ma’am.

LMAO, Mo and Amber are gonna end up together.

Not Gregory looking baaaaack.

BARBARA INVITINT MEL TO THE AIRPORT DATE. THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED.

“Oh, we don’t mind.” THIS IS MY WIFE, BARBARA, AND THIS IS MY WIFE’S WIFE MELISSA.

Barbara so tenderly worrying about Melissa, and Melissa gently shrugging the effort off because she wants Barbara to have a nice night. I love this ship that we have all collectively made up in our heads. <33

WRAP IT UP, FOLKS. WE GOT AN I LOVE YOU AND AN I LOVE YOU TOO, BARB. THAT’S ALL I NEED TO BE HAPPY AND CONTENT WITH MY LIFE. OH, MY GOD. MELISSA SAID IT SO CASUALLY.

And then the episode ended. <3 The end.

[chemicalbrew]

1, 2, 5, 6, 9, 11, 17 for music asks!

1. A song you like with a color in the title

Blue Room-

Okay, let me think, actually.

Coconuts - Silver Lights

Daft Punk - Indo Silver Club

Pendulum - Still Grey

ODESZA - White Lies

White Lie in Black from Xanadu Next

Blue Lake from Brandish 3

Blue Moon from Brandish VT specifically

Aoki Shizuku (Azure Droplets) from Trails to Azure

Soaring Through Azure Sadness from Gurumin

Depeche Mode - Blue Dress

Spacious Blue Sky from Trails of Cold Steel

The Red Locus from Radiant Historia (this OST has at least six songs with colors in the title LOL)

Itoki Hana and Toby Fox - Skies Forever Blue

there's so much blue on here, even without Blue Room lol

2. A song you like with a number in the title

Katana ZERO-

don't worry, I'm thinking.

Sanctuary Zero from Tower of Heaven

Swedish House Mafia - One (TIMELESS STUFF this vid is ingrained in my soul)

Blur - Tune 2 (NOT Song 2)

Exhausted 3 from Drakengard 3

4 Minutes Before Death from Ghost Trick

Dave Brubeck - Take Five

Moby - 7

Probability of Precipitation 10% from Trails from Zero

Fourteen Residents from OFF

Mikito-P - 39 Music!

Itoki Hana & Toby Fox - 74

ATOLS - $149

Daft Punk - Revolution 909

Rigёl Theatre - RiET-949

The Race of a Thousand Ants from OFF

Gorillaz - 19-2000

kemu - A Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night (linking a human cover for you)

5. A song that needs to be played LOUD

Breath of a Serpent-

okay, the bit is getting old.

Daft Punk - Superheroes, the go-to answer

any of the battle music from Drakengard 3, literally ANY. here's one. I am so normal don't worry about it.

Pendulum - Crush

Pendulum - Under the Waves

Pendulum - Hold Your Colour

Cibo Matto - Birthday Cake (I know this one from Jet Set Radio)

To the Edge from FF14 (by Masayoshi Soken)

6. A song that makes you want to dance

Hit the Floor.

Not even crossing out any more.

Hit the Road from Road 96 (by The Toxic Avenger)

MGMT - Electric Feel

Morandi - Afrika

Room 5 feat. Oliver Cheatam - Make Luv

Mystique - Brand New

Forest Funk from Super Meat Boy (I need to look into this game more fr)

9. A song that makes you happy

90% of what was mentioned above. Cop-out answer, but I'm already linking a ton.

When I'm sad, I usually listen to whatever I'm currently obsessed with anyway. So right now, that would be

Can't Do by Everything Everything. (thank you lol)

11. A song that you never get tired of

Stardust - Music Sounds Better With You

The Ones - Flawless

Happy Shabby Life - A Daytime Stroll in Scarecrow Field from Chulip (yes, that's the title)

Moby - Natural Blues (the 2006 version, every other one sucks ass and dick and balls and everything)

Blur - Intermission

17 was done already <3

[sayitaliano]

VIA DI QUA | J-AX ft. MR. RAIN

Io non penso mai I never think Alla mia vita tra vent'anni e sento About my life 20 years from now and I feel Di non sapere nemmeno dove sia adesso I don't even know where it is now Mi guarderò allo specchio, ma sarò diverso I'll look at myself in the mirror, but I'll be different Siamo la somma degli errori che abbiamo commesso We're the sum/result of the mistakes we have made Da bambino impari a odiare chi ti ha fatto male As a child you learn to hate those who hurt you Credi che ferirlo sia l'unica soluzione You believe that hurting them is the only solution Ma è quando cresci e diventi grande But it's when you grow up and become an adult Che impari a perdonare chi prima ti ha spezzato il cuore That you learn to forgive those who broke your heart before Il primo amore dura quanto una stella candente Your first love lasts as long as a shooting star Non dura tutta la vita, ma la cambia per sempre It doesn't last all your life but changes it forever Ma crescendo poi capisci che ogni volta But growing up you then understand that each time (you fall in love) È sempre peggio della precedente Is always worse than the previous one

E nei momenti peggiori And in the worse moments C'è sempre qualcuno che parla There's always someone who talks Qualcuno che ti viene a dire cosa devi fare Someone who comes to tell you what you need to do Che devi mangiare What you have to eat E solo nei momenti peggiori And only in the worse moments C'è sempre chi fa una domanda There's always someone who asks a question Qualcuno che non riesce a capire Someone that cannot understand Che hai voglia di urlare più che di parlare That you want to shout much more than talk E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado, vado via di qua I go, go, go, go away from here E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado I go, go, go Vado via da chi pensa di insegnarmi a vivere I go away from those who think to teach me how to live

Non pensi mai You never think A cosa è giusto quando c'hai vent'anni About what is right when you are 20 years old Fumi e bevi tanto c'hai la vita davanti You smoke and drink cause you have your whole life in front of you Cos'è l'impegno non lo sai, tanto qua è uno sbatti What's commitment you don't know, anyway here all is a struggle Vuoi la rivoluzione, sì ma fatta dagli altri You want the revolution, yeah but done by others Papà si chiede dov'è che ha sbagliato Dad asks himself when did he go wrong E mamma che non dorme anche se ti sogna sistemato* And mom doesn't sleeps even if she dreams about you being settled (*essere sistemato, sistemarsi = having/finding a stable job + family) Non li puoi sentire, alzi le cuffie col volume a 100 You can't listen to them, you turn your earphone's volume up to 100 E non li vuoi vedere, quindi fissi uno schermo And you don't wanna see them, so you look at a screen Il primo amore arriva quando meno te lo aspetti Your first love comes when you least expect it Come febbre che fa gli anticorpi, ma ti lascia a pezzi As a fever that grows antibodies, but leaves you in pieces (very tired, as if you had your bones broken) Lì a contare i tuoi difetti (over) There counting your flaws Con lo schifo per il cibo e l'odio per gli specchi With disgust for food and hate for mirrors

E nei momenti peggiori And in the worse moments C'è sempre qualcuno che parla There's always someone who talks Qualcuno che ti viene a dire cosa devi fare Someone who comes to tell you what you need to do Che devi mangiare What you have to eat E solo nei momenti peggiori And only in the worse moments C'è sempre chi fa una domanda There's always someone who asks a question Qualcuno che non riesce a capire Someone that cannot understand Che hai voglia di urlare più che di parlare That you want to shout much more than talk E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado, vado via di qua I go, go, go, go away from here E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado I go, go, go Vado via da chi pensa di insegnarmi a vivere I go away from those who think to teach me how to live

Il primo amore non dura una vita intera Your first love doesn't last a lifetime Ma ti cambia la vita per sempre But it changes your life forever Quando ti stanchi d'odiare capisci When you get tired of hating you understand Che perdonare è la cosa che ti difende That forgiving is the thing that protects you Spesso viviamo rinchiusi nel nostro passato dimenticandoci il presente We often live locked up in our past forgetting the present Certi errori li rifarò ancora, questo è il bello di crescere Some mistakes I will do them again, this is the nice part of growing up Ma forse è quello che mi serve But maybe it's what I need

Vado, vado, vado, vado via di qua I go, go, go, go away from here E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado, vado via di qua I go, go, go, go away from here

E nei momenti peggiori And in the worse moments C'è sempre qualcuno che parla There's always someone who talks Qualcuno che ti viene a dire cosa devi fare Someone who comes to tell you what you need to do Che devi mangiare What you have to eat E solo nei momenti peggiori And only in the worse moments C'è sempre chi fa una domanda There's always someone who asks a question Qualcuno che non riesce a capire Someone that cannot understand Che hai voglia di urlare più che di parlare That you want to shout much more than talk E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado, vado via di qua I go, go, go, go away from here E allora sai che c'è And so you know what Vado, vado, vado I go, go, go Vado via da chi pensa di insegnarmi a vivere I go away from those who think to teach me how to live

[snakemoltsiren]

🎵 (Shrike)🎵 (Yulia) (I am not biased or at all being a simp here)

Shrike - In Your Nature (David Lynch Remix) - Zola Jesus

It used to be that

The war was brought

But now the end becomes us again

We never let it in

Shrike left a life of strife behind. A life where her entire purpose for existence was to be a Challenge.

So run off run off

Let it drip down you

Run off run off

Like it was born for you

If it's in your nature you'll never win

She isn't afraid to say that she fled it. Though the hardest part has been overcoming what she was made to be in order to figure out what she might be instead.

--

Yulia -

MFN - Cibo Matto

Is the place you really want to live IN as a ghost?

Is the place you really want to love at most?

Do you really want to know???

Yulia is an anarchist. She is the kind of person who was only ever seen as grist for the mill when she lived in Ishgard and barely got out with her life.

She has no regrets about the circumstances surrounding how she left. And if given the chance to do it again, the only thing she would have done differently would be to cover her tracks better.

[birchbarkz]

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TAGGED BY: @scarskelly

Last song: king of silence by cibo matto :]

Currently watching: im copying scars answer tv and movies too scary i watch the sweaty men mostly....

Currently reading: spoon river anthology by edgar lee masters! very good so far. it has a lot of emotional importance to me so its been a good time

Currently obsessed with: CHIIKAWA... it's a japanese comic strip (yes i found it because a pro wrestler i like is obsessed but hes based because its good and funny and cute) my favs are either anoko or siren (but if i had to pick one of the chiikawa tribe i would say momonga)

Tagging [there is no legal requirement to do it]: @oneweirdtip @runkakerurun uhhh i cant remember lees tag and i ran out if people alre as dy its 6am im so tired. do it and tag me if you want to :3

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[meshimellow]

16 + 30 for tha music ask 😁

16:One of your favorite classical songs

the rite of spring by igor stravinsky

its basic as fuck and im not sure if this counts as one "song" but there was a period of time like 2 weeks where i only listened to this and watched as many versions of the ballet i could find on youtube

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

stone by cibo matto

idont know about this one it just came to mind. i dont think of songs i listen to relating to me in any way im sure other people do though..

[lookninjas]

When your song is bodied by Nico Sallach, pt. 2 (EC Bromance Edition). (0.9%) -- "Everytime We Touch," Electric Callboy

When your song is bodied by Nico Sallach, pt. 1 (TTRAW Party Edition) (1.9%) -- "Die Young," To the Rats and Wolves

How do you say "Best party ever!" in Latvian? (3.7%) -- "Es Nevaru Būt Balts," The Citizens LV

Nothing more punk than straight up rewriting Johnny Rotten's lyrics. (4%) -- "Anarchy in the UK," Genesis Owusu

This kinda sounds like Beck on a bad day, and I'm here for it. (4%) -- "Break Stuff," K. Flay

Gimme a boombox; I gotta stand outside someone's window. (7.1%) -- "Don't Let Go (Love)," Birdmask

Actually, this does make me want to take my clothes off. (7.1%) -- "Hot in Herre," Lion Babe

Bossa nova Nirvana, baby! (8.3%) -- "About a Girl," Cibo Matto

And if K-Pop Linkin Park isn't on Spotify, we will do this shit on YouTube. (11.1%) -- "Numb," Hongjoong of Ateez

Imagine Dolly Parton wants to cover your fucking song. (13%) -- "What's Up?" Dolly Parton feat. Linda Perry

So then a bisexual cover song is one where you change half the pronouns. (17%) -- "Need You Tonight," Christine and the Queens

Imagine you cover a Dolly Parton song and she fucking loves it. (21.9%) -- "Jolene," Lil' Nas X

Tagging: @nelehgrimm, @wildlyhopefulcreature, @madanimalscientist, and @leeistresistance! Hopefully that's everyone who wanted it this time around. (Still not seeing all my notes for some reason). And I hope everyone enjoys the playlist.

And we'll do this again real soon, 'cause you know I have to build a playlist around that new Cure song.

Pick a song from a bad description! This time around, we are doing cover songs. You do not have to recognize any song to choose it (although a couple of these should be kinda obvious). Just go with whatever appeals to you. Maybe you're in the mood to stand outside a window with a boombox. Maybe you just want someone to finally fix Johnny Rotten's lyrics. Maybe you love bossa nova. Just go by the vibes.

At the end of the week, I will put the songs into a playlist, in order from the song with the least amount of votes to the song with the highest amount of votes. If you would like to see the playlist, please leave a comment or say something when you reblog, and I will tag you when the playlist is up. If you are desperately curious about a song and don't want to wait a week to know what it is, shoot me an ask and I will answer you.

And please reblog the post! Because Latvian party music and K-Pop Linkin Park covers are always fun, but making other people listen to them with you is always funner.

(also yes the whole playlist will be on youtube this week because apparently that's just where the fun covers are. I'm assuming it's a rights thing? IDK.)